The army has always been my life. I joined the ranks as a teenager and have worked my way up to a good position as a Non Commissioned Officer. I've travelled the world and seen some action, got married twice and am still with my second wife, Linda. I've done my years now and have retired, but before they kicked me out, they gave me one last posting.
The camp was a training ground for young officers and my job was to ensure that they were fit and ready to take command of a unit. The work was tough and I trained them hard - I doubt if I made any friends, but that wasn't what I was there for! It was a good job for me, though. I've always hated being called Sir by the ranks - I always maintained that I wasn't an officer in the true sense - I worked for a living!
But that didn't stop me putting my charges through hell! Five, ten and fifteen mile runs early in the morning; back-breaking drills; mountain exercises in sub-zero or boiling temperatures were all on my list for the poor bastards. I guess they must really have hated me! But they got their own back on me eventually, and I have to admit, it completely changed my life.
It was mid summer; hot and humid during the day and I'd had the officers weapons training for hours. The sweat was pouring off them as they tried to strip down their rifles over and over again, their wet hands often slipping off the slick metal. Every time a weapon was dropped I made them all start over and I could see the frustration and anger building up in each of them.
After four hours of this torture, it was obvious that they were never going to all get it right at the same time. The group was being let down by one big guy called Doogan. Being large, Doogan sweated more than the rest of them and dropped his rifle every time. As a punishment, I called a stop to the drill and told them to don fatigues and a Bergen ruck-sack. We were going to run. Several complaints followed which I countered by putting more weight in the form of house bricks in their ruck-sacks. I would never take any shit from them!
Twelve miles into the run, I could see that Doogan was in trouble. He was wandering all over the trail and breathing hard. But I gave them no let up; after verbally berating him for several minutes I informed the rest of the crew that if one soldier couldn't make it, the rest would have to carry him back. By the time we all got back to the camp - Doogan assisted by his colleagues - I could hear murmurs of mutinous discontent. I half wondered if I had pushed them too hard. Fuck it, I thought, if they can't handle a little run there's no place for them here!
I dismissed the men and watched them wander off in the direction of the officers mess, muttering about what a bastard I was. I thought about going back to my house on the base, but Linda would probably be there waiting for me. Being much younger than me she seemed to be horny all the time. That was great, but I was still feeling a little jaded from the early morning romp we had had - I realised that I was not as young as I once was! However much Linda's lithe body appealed, a cold beer in the NCO's mess appealed more and a quick shower later I was sitting with a foaming glass in front of me having almost forgotten about my wife.
As happens quite regularly, one beer turned into several and it was quite late in the evening before I returned home. I passed the officers mess and looked in through the window to see how my men were behaving. I could see Phillips and Bailey, but there was no sign of either Razzini, Banks or Doogan. I guessed that the day had been too much for them and they had hit the sack early. I smiled smugly to myself and continued to meander my way home.
I couldn't see any light on at the front of the house so, thinking that Linda was already in bed, I crept quietly around to the back door and prepared to enter through the den. As I closed the gate at the rear of the house I could see light spilling out into the garden from the den window. I stopped for a moment. I couldn't remember leaving the light on myself, perhaps Linda was watching TV. I'll never know what made me do it, but before going into my house, I decided to peek through the curtain of the den window.
My heart leapt and my mouth dried instantly. I could hardly believe what I was seeing. There were four of them in the den. Linda, Razzini, Banks and, of course, the large frame of Doogan. For a brief moment my mind refused to believe what my eyes were seeing, but as Linda smiled at her visitors and slowly pulled up the front of her white tee-shirt, it was obvious that the group were not enjoying afternoon tea!
Banks and Razzini were sat comfortably in the two armchairs that stood against the far wall and seemed quite content to watch. Doogan, on the other hand, obviously wanted to be more involved and assisted my wife in the complete removal of her shirt.
I felt strangely calm. Of course, catching your wife with another man is always a worry when you marry a younger woman and I guess the situation had crossed my mind once or twice. But seeing it actually happening in front of me raised neither feelings of anger or jealousy - all I felt was a stirring erection in my pants.
The evening being so warm and humid, the window had been left open slightly to allow the air to circulate. This facilitated two things: firstly it seemed that the cooling air had caused Linda's nipples to harden visibly into tight points, and secondly, it allowed me to hear what was being said from within the room.
"How comes a sweet babe like you gets married to an old bastard like Miller?" I heard Doogan say as his fingers began to explore the erect buds on my Linda's chest.
If my wife did answer it was lost in a deep, satisfied sigh as she allowed the soldier's further caresses.
"I knew we could get back at him, but I never thought it would be as pleasurable as this!" he continued.
"Mmmmm...oohhhh...kiss them for me, Frankie, please!" Linda's hushed whisper could only just be heard as she arched her back and offered her breasts to Doogan's hungry lips.
I watched in a state of awe as his mouth closed over her nipples and he dragged each throbbing teat between his lips and sucked noisily. Linda moaned again, louder this time, as she seemed to revel in the attention that was being provided.
I looked back over at Razzini and Banks. Both soldiers had loosened their jeans and were slowly stroking two large and erect cocks. I could feel my own erection almost bursting through my fatigue pants and thought, what the hell! - if they were enjoying watching, then why shouldn't I? I edged my zipper down as Doogan continued to ravish my wife's breasts with mouth and fingers and quietly removed my straining penis. It felt hot and solid in my hand - not nearly as large as the two young officers that were now openly masturbating, I realised with a slight pang, but it felt good in my hand none the less.
"Come on baby!" Razzini suddenly cried, "let's see some pussy and ass! You got us both as fucking horny as hell over here!"
Linda smiled as I watched her open her eyes and look over at the masturbating pair.
"You want to see my cunt?" she asked. Her tongue rolled over the last word emphasizing every letter.
"Oh baby! Do we ever!" Banks joined in. "I bet you got a beautiful pussy and ass. Too good to keep all for that bastard Miller!"
